I was out and about in the fall weather, watching nature in the absence of my voice and the company of fellows and I heard a song I sang once come back to me. I don’t know why Burns has possessed me of late but it is nice to have another lover or nature and life wandering through my head. Here is the poem and a beautiful rendition set to music below. I’ll make you a lover of Burns yet.
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!